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      <title>Examples of TERROR and HORROR in part 5, 6, and 7  by Maja Bogø Josephsen</title>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Then the lock of the connecteing door to my room was softly tried.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions. Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key." (p80)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the darkness every faint noise of the night seemed magnified132, and a flood of doubly unpleasant thoughts swept over me. I was sorry I had put out the light, yet was too tired to rise and turn it on again.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Innsmouth Terror:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>After a time I seemed to hear the stairs and corridors <strong>creak at intervals</strong> as if with footsteps, and wondered if the other rooms were beginning to fill up. There were no voices, however, and it struck me that there was <strong>something subtly furtive about the creaking.</strong> Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions 133. Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— <strong>cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;Then, after a long, dreary interval, and prefaced by a fresh creaking of stairs and corridor, there came that soft, damnably unmistakable sound which seemed like a malign fulfilment of all my apprehensions Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried— cautiously, furtively, tentatively—with a key.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-05 07:15:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Without the least shadow of a doubt, the lock on my hall door was being tried"&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Horror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Maounds o’ the dead an’ the dyin’ . . . shots an’ screams . . . shaoutin’ in Ol’ Squar an’ Taown Squar an’ New Church Green " (p64)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>old Zadok’s insane earnestness and horror<br>had communicated to me a mounting unrest which joined with<br>my earlier sense of loathing for the town and its blight of intangible shadow.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the darkness every faint noise of the night seemed magnified132, and a flood of doubly unpleasant thoughts swept over me. I was sorry I had put out the light, yet was too tired to rise and turn it on again.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;Another thing that disturbed me was the absence of a bolt on the door of my room. One had been there, as marks clearly shewed, but there were signs of recent removal. No doubt it had become&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Page 80: “<em>Nevertheless the change in the menace from vague premonition to immediate reality was a profound shock and fell upon me with the force of a genuine blow. It never once occurred to me that the fumbling might be a mere mistake. Malign purpose was all I could think of, and I kept deathly quiet, awaiting the would-be intruder’s next move.”</em></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>End of part VII (6)<br>But now Zadok was shaking me, and I turned back to watch the melting of that fear-frozen face into a chaos of twitch-ing eyelids and mumbling gums. Presently his voice came back—albeit as a trembling whisper.&nbsp;</div><div><br>End part VIII (7)&nbsp;</div><div>Drowsiness, however, did not come; and when I stopped to analyse my thoughts I found to my disquiet that I was really unconsciously listening for something—listening for something which I dreaded but could not name.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-05 07:16:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Site 42 Terror</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Down unpaved side streets I saw the black, gaping windows of deserted hovels, many of which leaned at perilous and incredible angles through the sinking of part of the foundations. Those windows stared so spectrally7 0 that it took courage to turn eastward toward the waterfront. Cer- tainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation<br><br>Sebastian.</div>]]></description>
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